‘Is this seat taken?’ Stan looked up to see Denise. He was surprised, but pleased to see her there with a smile on her face and indicating a fifth...chair at an adjacent unused table. ‘Hi Denise. Pull one up. Want a drink?’ ‘Gin and tonic, please – I’m not driving!’ When Stan came back to the table he found Denise sitting at the end of the table opposite Anne, and next to Elaine. ‘You need to be able to get back in,’ she told Stan when he looked at her, quizzically, so he slid back into his seat. I thought that I had the holy grail in sight. I slid out if her pussy. I placed my cock against her asshole, and I pushed forward lightly. After a few seconds of resistance, the head slid in with a pop. I pushed forward slowly, listening to her instructions as I did so in order not to cause her too much pain. It took me almost a minute to bottom out in her ass. Heather asked me to start thrusting slowly a minute later. I did as she asked, fighting to keep my enthusiasm in check. It took me a. She couldn't help herself. I left her sobbing bitterly and swearing that she didn't mean to do it; that it just happened.Outside I shook myself and let myself feel good. I was free! I had almost made a bad mistake. Well, one lives and one learns.The semesters progressed. It was June and Lana graduated. I received an invitation to attend her grad party; she'd asked for an RSVP; I didn't respond. Her parents were evidently footing the bill for the hotel. Lana was nothing if not tenacious.I got a. She kept her body totally hairless below her eyebrows as her mom worked in a salon. Sarah and I had done some petting and fooling around but had not gone further than that. She was a virgin, but she had the heart of a slut. She was always talking about how much she wanted to do different things but didn't want to "soil" herself for her husband. Every time she said something like that I told her that I had been with virgins and sluts and the sluts were always more fun. A few time she countered.